The Marciano Love-Child
It had started just like any other Monday morning. Scarlett dropped three-year-old Matthew, at crèche after the usual tearful and heart-wrenching 'don't leave me, I miss you too much' routine, before fighting her way through heavy traffic to her small interior-design studio in Woollahra. And just like any other Monday morning her business partner and best friend, Roxanne Hartley, handed her a double-strength latte on her way in the door and asked her how her weekend had been.
'Don't ask,' Scarlett said wearily, and took a reviving sip of the creamy latte.
'So I take it the blind date your sister set up for you wasn't a success?' Roxanne said as she perched on the edge of Scarlett's desk.
Scarlett rolled her eyes expressively. 'Depends what you mean by a blind date. Clearly this guy's idea was to turn up blind drunk. He slurred his way through his sob story about his ex-wife for an hour and a half, until I finally managed to escape.'
'Poor you,' Roxanne said in empathy. 'But don't give up yet. There's got to be someone decent out there for you.'
'Decent would be good,' Scarlett said, booting up her computer. 'A good father-figure for Matth ... read full excerpt from: The Marciano Love-Child ebook
